A Letter Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Yesterday, in the purple evening,  
I was quietly seated on my veranda,  
To write you this letter, my heart was beating
In the moonlight a caravan 
of misleading
Feelings came in, and the soul started floating.

Every thought was so obeying.
cute and sweet.
The starry night passed away in your affection.
When the twilight star appears in a clean sky,  
And Rabin starts singing his chorus of the dawn,  
'Awake, awake  my friend, it is too late,  
Now awake, it's not your school age.